Advice from a Roving Artist-The Cribs

[00:00.00] Can't go home right now, and that's the truth [00:21.09]Julie Burchill's drinking free champange on my roof [00:24.60]The front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me [00:28.44]See right here, right here, this is my story [00:32.85]Slept in a stranger's flat in all my clothes [00:36.69]In the morning I took a bus across the city to feel safe and closer to home [00:41.40]Passed a sign on the door, and a couple more [00:45.36]Saying welcome to hard times, welcome to hard times [00:51.39]I thought of a friend whose window looks out onto nothing but fields [00:56.37]While outside mine [00:58.86]The book shop was closing down [01:01.53]It's closed now [01:02.43]And it starts to look unlikely [01:10.11]As people leave around me [01:18.03]Helen King wrote a letter to me [01:20.16]Sent May 19th, the day of my birthday [01:25.29]From a desk in a library in some far off country [01:29.04]I'm a roving artist now. It's alright, it's okay [01:33.57]It said there's no magic left in crystal balls [01:35.97]I'm not sure there ever was at all [01:40.29]But listen, what will happen, the favourite question [01:44.37]Is best left for the last line of the poem [01:47.58]And it starts to look unlikely [01:55.35]As people leave around me [02:35.97]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:39.60]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:43.17]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:46.74]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:50.55]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:54.09]Fashionistas, we don't need you [02:57.00]Fashionistas, we don't need you [03:01.35]Fashionistas, we don't need you